Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Television,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Wings,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.